What It Could Mean When You’re Driving in Your Dream

I'm used to dream I'm driving a car that's not mine and experiencing a curious sense of freedom mixed with both impunity and fear for knowingly treading forbidden paths, probably because in “real life”, I neither own a car nor a driving licence. Constantly aware I might get arrested by the police, I often take separate circuitous routes. A bit like what my everyday life tastes like, rebelling against the Matrix and refusing to conform with its unnatural standards and dictates, all in breach with universal laws. These are usually dreams indicating I'm on the right track in contrast with all those train rides (always sitting with my back to the opposite direction of travel), sometimes missing the next stop or the train. Or those dreams  where I'm in the tube, getting lost in the lonely subways, stuck at the terminal, caught up in a flood or desperately trying but failing to reach my destination. A good ten years ago, I had a significant dream like something out of an Hollywood scene from the War of The Worlds movie (adapted from the famous short story by H.G. Wells starring Tom Cruise and which I saw much later on) in which I was riding against traffic on a one-lane motorway, where all the cars caught in a traffic jam were being crushed by some kind of gigantic road roller from above. There was blood splashing everywhere, leaving some scarlet gooey pulp on the tarmac behind, while pressing the accelerator, I was racing to the East of Eden! Some blatantly clear symbolism there, still quite upsetting.

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Often you will dream about being in a car. It is important to notice who’s driving the car, as a car represents your “drive” in life or how your propel yourself from the present time toward your future. If you are not driving, notice the position in the car where you are sitting. If you are in the front passenger seat, whoever is driving the car represents the drive in your life. If you know this person, describe their personality in three words, such as “Judith is quiet, responsible, and squeamish.” That is the adopted program that is driving your life in this dream. You are riding shotgun to your own life.

I used to have dreams of not even having a car, but sort of a skateboard apparatus that I propelled with my hand. Needless to say, that was not a good thing. I was driving myself fist over fist — not an easy way to travel through life.

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Sweet Summer Treat

Yes, I'm much into recycling this month, so what? Recycling is eco-friendly and it's not because I can't afford to go on holidays that I don't have the right to slow down. That said, it may not seem like much but bringing back improved old recipes and translating them into another langage still requires a minimum input of time and effort. So all you grousers, never-satisfied and spiteful mouths, please don't change a thing. After all, you have the right to exist too, but it doesn't mean we won't live on our own terms and share what we like. Worry not, we do love you because you're such a laugh and constant reminders of how we could end up like lest we decided to give up on our dreams. So thank you for continously boosting our motivation and have a good ranting! Such a lenghty preamble to introduce my new improved and revisited version, still 100% vegan and sugar/gluten free of the hyperproteinated creams I ate for breakfast (see Related articles). This is an original recipe I invented and which I wanted smoother and with a subtil flavour of hazelnut and vanilla which reminds a little bit of crèmes brûlées. For those who don't like coconut in general, have a try because it really doesn't taste like coconut.

Ingredients

Makes 12 ramekins :

- 1 litre hazelnut (or almond) milk
- 400 ml coconut milk
- 1 vanilla pod
- 4 tbsp lupin flour
- 3 tbsp ground flaxseed
- 4 tbsp ground almonds

Instructions

 Split the vanilla pod and infuse with milks brought to boiling point.

Remove vanilla pod and add powders and flour, stirring well to avoid the formation of lumps.

Stir regularly and cook over a low heat until the mixture thickens which should take about 10 minutes but it depends how thick you want it to be (please note it will continue thickening when cooling).

Pour into ramekins and let it cool before refrigerating.

Before serving, you may spray some cinnamon (or cocoa) powder and add a couple of almonds on top to decorate.

NOTE: You may substitute other vegetal milks for hazelnut milk but the mixture might not have the same thick consistency. If you use almond milk instead, the taste might be slighly bitter since this recipe doesn't contain any added sugar. If so, you may add a touch of honey or agave syrup.

Enjoy your treat!

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Earthsick

The dark night of the soul, the bends. The ultimate groundswell that drags you down to the bottom of the bitter sea. Carried away, my heart sank in this ebb and flow of tears. Overwhelmed by the Big Blue. Am really sinking this low? And those weird fishes — their slashed souls and lifeless eyes staring at me, blankly. Their greedy sunken — bleak, dead, stillborn eyes. Yes, I want to live, breathe, but as for being part of the human race, well I'm not so sure anymore. I can't take this right now. Got some sort of mega faith crisis. And it won't just go away when I wake up sucking a lemon. No, no, no... I'm afraid it will take much more than this.

Stop! I wanna go home,
Take off this uniform
And leave the show.
And I'm waiting in this cell
Because I have to know
Have I been guilty all this time?

"Stop", Pink Floyd (1979)

I'm an alien soul longing for somewhere else. Somewhere far away from this creeping madness, from this unreasonable perversion, this growing ingratitude, ignorant arrogance, loud egos, baffling denial, uncontrollable fear and excruciating alienation. Going round and round little patapons, over and over in circles. Could you please stop drawing me sheep? Forget it. It was a mistake — an awful mistake.

Come let the truth be shared
No-one ever dared
To break these endless lies
Secretly she cries.

"Sunburn", Muse (1999)

Can't. The veil of oblivion is flawed. False memories are fading away as real ones are emerging. If they float, they burn. If you talk, you die. If you keep quiet, you give up the ghost. Shoot the messenger! Burn the witch! Their game, their rules. Move or get removed, let's play leapfrog instead. One, two, three, Alice fell into a black hole. Black is black, you can't go back.

A lull. A dying angel. A shooting star. Make a wish. I believe, yes I do. I want to. Yes I can. You, me, them. Change our reality.

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Pinhole Vision

Hold on, don't you go assuming I'm into psychedelic trips. Nope. I'd just like to share an awesome discovery I made while surfing: pinhole glasses. Mine cost me less than two euros (some serious grounds for upheavals on planet Oculus 2000, assuredly, and what with getting called a charlatan except I have nothing to sell and the object of disinformation offence is even cheaper than a lottery ticket).

I'm punching holes, tiny little holes
Tiny little holes, over and over again
Second class holes
First class holes

"Le Poinçonneur des Lilas", Serge Gainsbourg (1958)

The concept is simple: whenever a person with visual impairment such as myopia, hypermetropia, presbyopia or astigmatism looks through a hole, their vision becomes clearer — the beam of light reaching the eye is narrowing, thus widening the focus range and reducing the blurred area on the retina. You can experiment at home by creating a tiny pinhole-sized tunnel with your fingers and look through it without your glasses on. Both the Eskimo and Filipino peoples, as well as the Aztecs, had invented the forerunners of our modern glasses — viewing slots made of mussels or animal bones to get a clearer view of their surroundings.

It's the camera obscura principle and the aperture used for that is called a “pinhole”. It allows individuals with visual impairment to have a vision 60% clearer when looking through it than without any corrective device.

I, for one, use pinhole glasses against presbyopia (far-sightedness). Since my vision varies according to my health condition, stress, eye strain, lightening conditions, and because I'm not the regular user I should be (doing my best), I wouldn't say my close vision is perfect (far from it), yet it's been about five years now and I still can read without corrective lenses. Whenever I'm struggling with small print (i.e. such as recommended dosage on homeopathic medicines), I put my pinhole glasses on and everything's fine.

You need to know that, unlike corrective lenses which sort of serve as crutches eyes that lost their ability to focus clearly, looking through pinholes stimulates and strengthens oculomotor nerves and muscles. I must say I've also practiced (but not on a regular basis) eye yoga recommended by Ayurveda medicine and basic foundation of the famous Bates Method.

Not the Bates as in Norman, the psychopathic murderer from the Psycho movie, but rather Bates as in William — Dr. William Bates, an American ophtalmologist of the past century who designed a method to  train eyes based on psychology, which was later popularised by Aldous Huxley. Without entering the specifics here, if you've never heard of it, it's for the same reason as many other similar things: it would hurt a whole juicy business. So if you visit Wikipedos, the Matrix cyclopedia, you may expectedly read that it has no real scientific basis, and you'll also find articles galore by medics and healthcare professionals condemning the desinformation — nothing new under the Propaganda sun. If you're still skeptical, I would like to point out though that the Bates Method was recommended to me by an orthoptist in addition to the specific custom exercises to train my eyes.

Besides, I'm not selling anything. Neither do I ask you to get rid of your glasses. Still I'm advising you to have a serious try and see (no pun intended) what happens. When you constantly wear corrective lenses (especially if you're far-sighted), you weaken your muscles and in time, you'll always need stronger ones (bonanza).

I won't expose the Bates Method here either (there are many detailed websites and books available), but paired with the regular use (15-30 minutes a day) of pinhole glasses  — while watching TV, working on your computer, reading a good book, etc. (however BEWARE not to use them will driving or walking in the street as they restrict your vision scope), overall you should acquire a better eyesight with or without corrective lenses.

Another benefit of pinhole glasses is that you can also use them as sunglasses to your great advantage since they reduce the amount of sunlight while retaining its healing quality (full solar spectrum). Perfect to watch tonight's solar eclipse.

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We Ain't Out of the Woods Yet

This is what I call a great summer! We could almost take out the down jackets and sit by the fire, sipping grogs. Meanwhile, buzzing in the background like some TV accidentally (or deliberately?) left on, the same bugging old refrain of those who haven't figured out yet how to get their head out of the hole (yep, that same hole you're all thinking of, but which I won't name), and still will come out with some preposterous ready-made explanation, arguing — with no idea nor making the effort or even willing to hear the actual source of your information at odds with their own wrong sense of rotation — that you're a real sucker, that “you can't believe anything you read on the Internet” (sic) blah blah blah, forcing words in your mouth and disinformation in your head. When you can't talk about the weather as a mere courtesy to keep a mock conversation going without sparking a nuclear disaster, where does it all end?

In short, kettles haven't heard the last of black pots, making fun of them like Raving Rabbids high on chemtrails who couldn't find the way out of their own burrow. Quite normal, you might say, since mirror reflections are all inverted. All the same, the lining of their silver seriously lacks shine — blame it on pollution.

Okay, I'm a carp (carpe diem!). I'm a tomb. Gobble Google baby, gobbling the hook, the rod, and the fisher. Guess the lure was packed with magic shrooms for I got my thermostat all messed, really can't tell the freezer from the oven now. When it comes up to absolute zero, better not mix'em all up Kelvins for Farenheits or Celsiuses, huh!

Let's move on from Grumpy, Dopey, Care Bear, and all of them narcoleptic gang of garden gnomes (for degnoming, please, refer to the Weasleys' instructions in Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows). So unwilling to comply anymore with the dictates of some ever-so erratic, kinky weather, I, “Wild Rosie Joan, villain-buster of the fachosphere” (dixit some hillarious self-confessed Zionist and white knight of Marine, daughter of Jean-Marie, on Twitter), finally decided to go against the drizzle and the grey and take a walk in the wild.

Let's take a walk in the woods
While the wolf is away.
If the wolf was there,
He'd eat us,
But since he's not there,
He won't eat us.

French nursery rhyme

Well, haven't met the wolf — probably too busy tending to his heartburn for eating too many GMO of those red riding hoods — but instead came across, perhaps not in that order: hardly anybody, cats, dogs, coypus, aliens (without idiophones), nettles, brambles galore, acorns, slackers, wild berries (strawberries, blackberries, red, blank and/or ripe), piles of plastic waste, pathways covered with yellow foliage, and... barbed-wire.

How's that “Private property, no trespassing”? Visual reminder of the opening scene of Hunger Games for those who have seen this movie. Creepy outlook...

I keep the wolf from the door,
But he calls me up,
Calls me on the phone,
Tells me all the ways
That he's gonna mess me up,
Steal all my children
If I don't pay the ransom.

"A Wolf At The Door", Radiohead (2003)

So let's get out of the woods before darkness comes and force the wolf out into the open!

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Laundry-Greening

Laundry-greening has nothing to do with greenwashing, which is how many unscrupulous brands join the growing trend towards greener products, adopting a falsely ethical and environment-friendly stance while actually investing more in advertising and marketing rather than implementing genuine environmental actions.

The toxins contained in commercial laundry detergents are not only detrimental to the planet, they also seep through skin and lungs and end up in our blood flow.

In addition, whether organic or not, they cost a fortune.

So many good reasons to stop buying and make your own at home.

The liquid detergent recipe below is not just dead simple, it's also very quick to make and ridiculously cheap (less than 50 cents for a large bottle). And your wash will be as clean as with commercial brands whether you use a washing machine or not.

Ingredients

• 30 g household soap flakes (or grated soap)
• 20 g soda ash
• 740 ml water

QSF 800 ml

Instructions

Dissolve soap flakes into boiling water.

Once cooled, add soda ash and mix to homogeneous blend.

Transfer to a recycled detergent container and leave to stand for a couple hours before use.

NOTE: By cooling, the mixture will get thicker. To make it easier to use, insert some large glass marbles (cleansed with alcohol) inside the bottle and shake well. You may also add so water in your dosing cap to thin it.

For machine wash, use 1 glass (approximately 120 ml). I recommend putting it directly inside the machine drum using a plastic ball.

Since it is fragrant-free, you may add some essential oils but it will dramatically increase the cost for little benefit. Alternatively you may store dry lavender sachets in your cupboards to perfume your laundry and save your precious oils.

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Now Make It Turn

The spinning wheel is turning. Not always in the right direction, but it's turning. Man, it's spinning so fast it makes me dizzy! And it does make me sick too at times. Nope,  I'm not even talking about the merry-go-round but the wheel of karma and, incidentally, the wheel of the zodiac. Oh well, since we're on a holiday break (at least, let's pretend we are), I won't torture you with such philosophical concerns which actually they aren't. Karma and vibes, that's very real. In truth, it's the only real stuff in this physical matrix of delusion.

Just a couple of months ago, I posted an energy update, mentioning the turmoil I was going through, both physically and emotionally, same as many of you are experiencing right now. In particular, I was telling you how my insights had increased in strength and accuracy and always turned out to be true. They still do and in spite of the powerful storm persisting at every level, it helps me to stay grounded. I have the feeling that gradually, very subtly but at the cost of great suffering, I'm learning (at long last!) to let go of my thinking mind and of the opinion of other people, to love myself and accept being your official nutcase, the crank, the “irresponsible” one. For according to the Matrix, being irresponsible is when you break the norm of acceptance, ie. you don't accept anything that tears you apart without questioning, and you don't give up to what's unacceptable just because ”that's life”, “that's the way things are”,  “it's the way it's always been”, and “look, that's how people like you always end up, so grow up, do what everyone else does and continue the long tradition of nonsense where you feel like hell and still ought to feel even worse for daring feeling bad”. Spot the error — the lethal horror. It is no coincidence the Cancer sign is ruled by the Moon, representing our emotions and whatever feeds us.

And the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world going round.

"The Fool On The Hill", The Beatles (1967)

In a word, now I don't give a damn. At least I'm trying not to. I'm literally striving not to. I cope by listening to no-one but the little voice within, barely discernable through all the constant, unwanted soundtrack of all the other voices, wailing their uncertainties and criticism in my head while they're not even mine in the first place. I no longer engage in conversation with these unduly voices that only seek to dishearten me, literally or otherwise as rightly pointed out by Laura Marie in a recent energy update podcast (in French). The term is quite relevant since it's exactly what's at stake — sparing no effort to drive us out of the heart energy (which keeps us away from the negative ego where the manipulation of humanity can operate) and of our connection to the universe lest we should go viral.

So I've opted for the f-off attitude and I give them the virtual finger. They can stick it to wherever they like as long as they use theirs. Er... I know it's not so much my heart speaking, but hey, we ain't gone with the fairies yet! Anger can be good sometimes. To get moving again. As long as you do not dwell in it and seize this peak power to step up from despair to a less negative level of the vibrational scale, and further reach higher levels to escape the vicious circle — the crushing wheel of the anti-life energies those who breed us like chicken actually feed on. The vibrational yo-yo (or roller-coaster) effect.

The wheel is turning, of course and will inevitably pull us down whatever direction it turns. A bit like politics. And planetary cycles in astrology. There is permanence in change. That's what we call cycles. But in our current system, the gears of our natural cycles have been so deliberately stuck (and warped), it's like riding with a bent wheel. No doubt a risky business.

I'm just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round,
I really love to watch them roll,
No longer riding on the merry-go-round.
I just had to let it go...

"Watching The Wheels", John Lennon (1980)

So let's stop behaving like hamsters. We're not guinea pigs, we're divine beings, unaware of who they are, and whose memories have been suppressed to enslave them and supply energy to those who refuse to respect the laws of karma — the law of cycles.

Let's not allow them anymore to recycle our souls via their tunnel of fake light. Wake up everybody!

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